Difficult to gaze
Who you are
And where you are.
But I am the earth
With endless loss
With endless colors.
And we both are here
With all profits
With all pleasures.
Nothing is forbidden
And we are doing nothing
And yet we are here
And doing nothing and
We are here with bundle of desires.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Difficult to gaze' - I agree with you. Your poem is very short as if you wanted to compact a story about Apocalypse - 'the endless loss in endless colours'... I think something very bad happened a long time ago and our human kind had been sentenced then...